A few days ago, I went to the house of an unbearable woman. I don't think I've ever seen such a neglected, dirty, and messy house. I didn't go there to criticize, but the state of disrepair was all too obvious. The house seemed to reflect a lot about its owner. The woman never stopped chattering, speaking in a brusque and angry manner, using profanity and other inappropriate language...
How did I end up there? Well, a friend who has no house needed a roof over his head to spend a few days resting because he recently underwent a very tough surgery; the poor guy seemed to have no better option.
Later, I found out that this woman stole money from my friend and even tried to frame me by inventing a convoluted story.
People like that woman are the kind of people I consider negative, and I try to keep them out of my life and ignore them.
Now, I also don’t really like naturally pessimistic people. If I have to listen to them, I try to find a way to slip away and disappear. However, if it’s someone I care about, I might try to show a more positive side of the situation, depending on the case and how I’m feeling at the moment.
On the other hand, I must admit that people with a completely positive attitude don’t seem entirely trustworthy or sincere to me... Uhmm, I don’t fully trust them; I also avoid them and try to disappear from their sight.
Come to think of it, it seems like I’m running away from everyone... Well, I’ve always been quite reserved, although if you ask me, I prefer people who seem more realistic—recognizing and praising the good, but also acknowledging that the bad exists and shouldn’t be ignored—being cautious but not believing that everything will always go wrong, working to make things turn out well, trusting oneself but remembering that we can fail.
